Chapter 21. Let’s End This

Kiera’s POV

I had been studying an academic book that afternoon when my phone vibrated. I usually kept my phone away whenever I had schoolwork to focus on. But today, my focus became disoriented seeing Clint’s name across my screen.

He had just sent me a text.

When I read what he sent, my mood went from good to bad in seconds.

‘I am not sure I can be your therapist anymore.’ It read.

There was a sour taste in my mouth that was not there before, and my head spun. He had to be kidding me. He had to be fucking kidding me.

I shoved my laptop aside with a sharp push, frustration boiling over as I yanked my jacket from the back of the chair. My fingers moved fast, pulling it on as if I could outrun the anger rising inside me. What made him think he could tex